Perfect Stranger (feat. Sydney Sprague)

She's just the girl with the long brown hair Works at the bar tucked away downstairs And when he walks in he can't look away When she's in the light makes him wanna stay With her tight black jean skirt Flaming lips tee shirt Simple but she wears it so well Her white chuck high tops Tripping over doorstops Clumsy but she's cute as hell Maybe she's super sweet with a side of bitter She's a lightweight, but a heavy hitter And she gets shit done In his picture of the perfect stranger And he's okay as a matter-of-fact In his own way if she never comes back And he's not in love She's his picture of the perfect stranger One sunny monday about half past nine He comes around for a glass of wine When all he he really wants is a smile from her But when he looks around there's no sign of her A new tender's pouring drinks and His lonely heart's thinking Maybe she's gone for good He was always out of her focus Hoping she'd notice But knowing that she never would Maybe she's super sweet with a side of bitter She's a lightweight, but a heavy hitter And she gets shit done In his picture of the perfect stranger (No he's not in love) (She's his picture of the perfect stranger) All of the leaves have covered up the ground He's back at the bar having a look around When she walks all dressed in black And there's a sadness that she's holding back She's got a tight black armband Her hair is cut short and She lost somebody, he can tell And she looks a little older If only he could hold her But he just sits beside himself Maybe she's super sweet with a side of bitter She's a lightweight, but a heavy hitter And she gets shit done In his picture of the perfect stranger And he's okay as a matter-of-fact In his own way if she never comes back And he's not in love She's his picture of No he's not in love She's his picture of the perfect stranger Perfect stranger Picture of the perfect stranger